Joining the ranks

The few. The proud. The dangerously handsome, the rampantly wreckless, the I-choose-to-not-drive-my-12-mile-a-gallon-vehicle... environmentally responsible. Or something like that (I really just want to go to the Bicycle Coalition beer-themed parties). Welp. I've done it. A year and a half after joining forces with the city's biking progressives, I have finally committed to a fancy beautiful bike. You guys can all collectively stop making fun of me now, yes, I'm a 23-year-old who doesn't know how to ride a bike... big ol' deal. Better late than never! And better nownownownow than later. I decided to spoil myself for the holidays with this handsome fella:



Please stay tuned for my new feature, which will chronicle my scrapes and bruises as I figure out what to do with a bicycle.